You pulled me in with your lies
and haunted every moment of my life
with the persistence of memories
of your voice and of your touch on me.
So sorry, the words float around
like the black-winged butterflies
leading to the God of the Lost
and his words with no feelings,
his history with no past,
You tore my life with your hands,
nothing is visible,
in the darkness left by you,
in the empty town and forgotten streets
as I forget these memories
and I hold onto illusions.